Asphyxia, bruising on the neck —
Your damned criminalistics is boring,
But the death of Hope…
Her death is truly cruel!
No one on the riverbank, but silence.
The summer night is unusually stuffy,
My brain is feverish due to lack of sleep.
«The Moon looked at the Earth…»
The Moon looked at the Earth
With a detached, cloudy glance,
All surrounded by mother-of-pearl.
Fireflies flew in the field,
Crickets chirped in the darkness of the night.
On the high bank of the river,
Lure me with gloomy romance,
To become close to you.
Enchant me with a hazy look,
Kiss my lonely soul deeper.
Slowly dance, the white dance,
So that the heart starts beating
In a dead chest.
Take away from me curse and death.
Open doors and other ways.
Happiness and light prophesied ahead.
Let the bitterness of loss
Be washed away by tears and rains.
Every night, Moon, come to me, come,
Reward me with your love…
«I sang the words of a sad nocturne…»
I sang the words of a sad nocturne
Until I felt sick from it,
Night covered the city with itself,
Like a big star blanket.
So tired,
That I can’t sing anymore, but
My hour has not come to die.
In nature at night,
I long to see your image.
In the distance, I hear someone’s voices.
A gray hair will fall off the head.
Curl will fly far, far from the banks of the Neva,
Where we walked with you, dear,
and now we are not here…
Ever.
I will keep a piece of paper in my fist,
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